His hand finally covered the woman's soft cheek, but the warmth under his fingertips was no longer as warm as before. His fingers stopped on the mole at the corner of the woman's eye, and he stroked it back and forth softly. The woman meekly pressed her face into his broad palm, but his palm was warm, while her cheek was cold.
"Youran...! Are you happy?"
"I'm happy when you're here!"
"Then... Do you want to be happy forever?"
"Think..."
"I'll take you away, okay?"
"You should have taken me away twenty years ago."
"I was stupid at first, thinking that you would be happy that way, but not anymore. I will take you away, and we will never be separated."